Battalions of hate - Primal Fear

Blood is running down the street

The war’s still going on

The soldiers are marching to the beat

They never will come home

Fear and terror mutilate

Your personality

So be prepared to die

Find your tranquility

Emotionless they fight and kill

Destroying is their only will

Battalions of hate — gloryfied crime

Battalions of hate

Aggression, anger, hatred, pain

We’re sick of all your lies

War is just a senseless game

And we must pay the price

War is like a prison cell

It’s a room without a door

It is like living in hell

No one really knows

Look into the eyes of death

Battalions have taken your last breath